I had followed these geese up and down the river for about twenty minutes. They were moving in a tight pack. (Do geese travel in packs when they’re not flying? Ok, flock.) I was the “one man wolf pack” looking like a crazy person who gets angry when geese don’t do what he wants. Finally, they spread out in a line and it was a beautiful sight. All in a row, it added some serenity to the evening.
Also, just after I took this shot, Julian, yesterday’s blog post, came up to me. All in all another fun evening of shooting and taking in all that I could spy in this great city.